"Baga...you traitor..."
Amidst the scolding, a member of the Ba Dao team rushed up and punched Shimazu Dalang in the face. His left eye was immediately hit with a black eye! Shimazu Dairo could obviously dodge, but he didn't move at all.
Several other soldiers also rushed up to beat him like crazy. After a while, Shimazu Dairo was knocked down on the straw mat. He allowed his comrades to kick him and beat him without fighting back!
"That's enough! Don't beat him... He has to be tried by a military court even if he is guilty. We have no right to punish him!" Some soldiers couldn't bear to see that someone was about to die, so they hurried over and separated everyone.
There was a friend who was close to Shimazu Dairou on weekdays, and tears of grief and anger flowed, "Why? What on earth are you doing?"
At this time Shimazu Dairo struggled to sit up, looked around and sighed, "The task of collecting the bones of the war dead is a hard job that no one wants to do, but hard work also has great benefits!"
"Lord Buddha, such a task is the real way to accumulate virtue and do good! We Chinese people have done it, and the people will not be invisible. Don't we hold the reputation of our Chinese people for benevolence and righteousness in our hands?"
"Sooner or later, the head of state will run this continent. What's wrong with us trying to win some hearts and minds for the head of state in advance?"
"You said this armor piece is top secret? In fact, it is not the case. Even if Prince Gong and others learn it, they will not be able to popularize it!"
"Because this kind of equipment requires industrial production capabilities and strong financial resources... If you cannot carry out large-scale industrial production, then the cost of these armor pieces will be so high that the Qing Dynasty will be unable to bear it!"
"Look at this battlefield. With the Qing Dynasty's war situation and their disregard for human life, with this kind of fighting style, you think they would care about human life. Do you know how to invest money in it?"
"They don't care about the life and death of ordinary soldiers. I dare to assert that these armor pieces will only be used by these officials in the end!"
"So, composite armor pieces will always be handicrafts in the hands of the Manchus! But only in the hands of our Chinese people, can they be truly large-scale industrial products!"
"The difference is here, not a simple formula... What's so mysterious about this formula? It's just window paper. In the future, if they find one or two fragments from the battlefield, they can figure it out with a little analysis!"
"Why don't we exchange favors and complete our mission!"
"You guys hate me, of course I know why... After you guys return to Naha, you can accuse me in a military court, it doesn't matter!"
"But at this moment, I still need everyone to work together! It takes seven days to collect more than 10,000 corpses. This is a very difficult task. I can't do it alone!"
"Please!" Dairo Shimazu knelt down before his brothers solemnly, lowering his forehead on the straw mat.
For this reason, people hated him and had no choice but to angrily recruit civilian husbands according to the established plan!
There were many victims of the disaster in the rebel camp, and the rebel officers would definitely not let go of the strong young people. They were still expected to fight in the future, so Shimazu Dairo had no choice but to go in from among the old people, women, and half-grown children. Look for.
Women with big feet, old people who could still move, and nimble teenagers... When they saw these Chinese soldiers carrying Amitabha flags coming, they all fell to their knees like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
In these days that are like an Asura hell, apart from Buddha and Bodhisattva, who can we place our hope on?
Are these emperors and generals? These Eight Banners officers? They are all monsters that eat human flesh and drink human blood!
"Amitabha! Amitabha... Master Jun, please take me there. I can work. Don't think I'm old. I'm a good farmer no matter where I am. I can move and resist..."
"Master, please take me away... My feet are not bound. I am a big-footed woman from all over the country. I can do whatever you want me to do..."
People knew that there was a hope of living in front of them. It was better to restrain the corpse than to fight with their lives. They all knelt down and begged one by one.
A Chinese soldier was surrounded by hundreds of victims, while the rebel officers were watching coldly not far away.
Once they found a young victim sneaking in and kneeling down to worship, they would rush over, pick them out and beat them up. "Damn it! You don't want to fight for Long Live Lord? You actually want to go out and be lazy. Do you want to join the Chinese people?"
"Slap him twenty times... so that the people behind him will remember it!"
The scene was getting more and more chaotic. These Chinese soldiers scratched their heads and scratched their heads anxiously. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry...Prince Gong only allowed us to recruit a thousand people. We really don't need so many of you!"
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..." Fuso people would bow. At this moment, they could only bow and apologize when facing the black victims. No one knew how to reject these victims who were struggling to survive!
In the chaos, an older person suddenly got involved: "The military master has the same difficulties as the military master... It's useless for us to beg!"
"Listen to this old man's advice... This thief is going to take his life. We are all short-lived ghosts and we won't live long!"
"There are only one thousand places, give this opportunity to live to your children... Military Master, please show your kindness and take your children away, we will kowtow to you!"
Everyone wants to live, but everyone knows that it is impossible to survive! To whom are the thousand death-free places given? Everyone hopes that they are involved here, but it is impossible. How can they save everyone under the eyes of the rebels?
Let’s give the child a way to survive!
The scene was silent for a moment, and then there was a burst of chaos. Young and teenage children in the crowd were pushed out. Many children were reluctant to leave their parents and struggled to leave.
In the past, the kind mother just slapped her son in the face, so hard that the corners of his mouth were broken!
"Asshole! Bastard...get out! Do you stay with me and wait to die? You can live...leave the incense to our family! Get out..."
The mother was wailing bitterly, and the teenage children were also crying. The old man next to them advised, "Child... go... don't look back. There will be ghosts behind you!"
"Follow the military master, they will save your lives in the end! Remember this slap from your mother, and live well in the future!"
There were cries everywhere, and the children were pushed out one by one by the old people. At this time, the Ba Dao team members were all surrounded by teenage children!
There were even mothers who secretly stuffed their six- or seven-year-old children in!
During this human catastrophe, children who were too young had been eliminated long ago. Babies simply could not survive the disaster years, and children over the age of 18 were considered young and strong by the rebels!
In other words, Shimazu Dairo can only choose this group of children from seven to eight years old to around fifteen or sixteen years old!
"What...what should I do? These are all children, they can't work..." Some soldiers said helplessly.
"Master Jun... can work, can work... just use them as livestock, if they can carry, resist, and pull carts..."
"Please, Master Jun, take them away... they can work! Besides, our family are all good farmers, and they all have apprenticeships!"
Shimazu Dairo frowned when he saw everything in front of him, "That's all...take it! We can't just watch the children die!"
"But...but there are too many children. There are almost 2,000 children. Guiziliu will give us a quota of 1,000. What should we do?" The team members around him stamped their feet anxiously.
